It was good that Zelda was willing to chime in with these sorts of answers, because Alfred honestly didn't know. Everything he knew about the curse, he'd learned from her briefing him at the Ministry, and whatever had come to light since they'd arrived at the hospital that morning he'd been unconscious for. He probably should have spent the time he had with Zelda in the hospital room before Evander arrived getting some of those details, but... well, he'd had other priorities. If Evander had been the one lying in the hospital bed, he would have handled things much differently, but Evander wouldn't have found himself in the hospital bed in the first place. Evander didn't get himself into these sorts of situations.

But Evander was here, which was something; he was worried and he'd dropped whatever other plans he had for his afternoon to come down here and attend to Alfred's deathbed. Alfred couldn't really stay angry at him when that was the base of it — particularly not when the curse wasn't actually gone yet, which meant the danger had not passed. If this had the potential to be his last conversation with Evander, they probably shouldn't spend the entire thing fighting.

"I'll try not to reactivate it again tomorrow," he said wearily, which was as much of an olive branch as he could manage at the moment. "Which I suppose means I ought to steer clear of the Voyager," he added, glancing at Zelda for some sort of confirmation. Not that he wanted to stay home when his ship was cursed, but — well, it seemed a pretty direct correlation between arriving there and having the curse start to set in, now that he knew that was what had been happening.